It was a moist summer night, King Von’s parting party was bleak. Everyone else was sad and angry about the passing of King Von. Piglet cookie stood in the middle of the room, looking around at all the faces. He felt so alone now that his husband was dead. “Are you okay?” A voice asked from behind him. Piglet cookie turned around and his eyes widened to see who it was. It was his childhood friend, moist critical. Piglet cookie stumbled backwards, “M-Moist Critical!” Piglet cookie stuttered.